[Don’t touch this — Don’t touch this]
Alcoholic, druggist, evil thoughts.
Pornographic magazines.
Wanting to escape from a daily routine I wasn’t quite good at
I’ve become the odd one out.
I’ve fallen into a paranoia with no escape.

When I come to my senses I find myself tied to the bed,
tangled up in cool white sheets,
forced into deep sleep by a flood of white blood cells.
My once innocent soul has vanished.
Help me– Instead of asking for help,
I find balance drinking my own ‘medicine’.
Help me– Even though I tried to clean up,
I always end up sucked back in.

[Don’t touch it]
I’m a blunt kind of guy, I don’t mask my thoughts.
I can’t love anybody. In this world I can’t be normal.
I find myself writhing as the sun glares down upon the city.
I’m always being judged, there’s never a moment of peace.
Truth is nowhere to be found.
If I can’t feel at peace tomorrow,
then there is no reason to stay alive.

Sex and drugs and rock’n’roll
It just keeps you away from real life.
Sex and drugs and rock’n’roll
It has no meaning at all.

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